The HR department has killed day-to-day divadom. No longer can you tell your co-worker that her hair needs a good brush; nor can you explain to Richard from accounts that his tan brogues and shiny blue suit sting your retinas. That might upset them. People would be a lot more presentable if you could say these things, but you can’t. Nobody can.
French actress Eva Green, who starred as James Bond’s love interest in Casino Royale, seems to have escaped the great diva slap-down. She was at the High Court this week suing White Lantern Films over a $1 million fee for a film that never got made. It seems Green and the producers had artistic differences over the budget, location and preparations. As if it couldn’t get more Hollywood, she was questioned about text messages in which she called colleagues ‘devils’, ‘evil’, and ‘inexperienced, pretentious morons’.
My personal favourite, though, was the text in which she called crew members ‘peasants from Hampshire’. When asked about it she said ‘I have nothing against peasants’, adding that these comments were merely her ‘Frenchness coming out’. Inevitably, Green has been branded ‘hysterically gobby’. But the only issue I can see with Eva Green is that she is a dying breed. She is the last of the real Hollywood stars, so passionate about the quality of her films that she would ‘rather eat tumours’ than work with idiots. Nowadays, yoga and face masks are about as Hollywood as it gets.
In the days of casual cocaine use and misogyny, the list of Hollywood divas was as long as your arm. They even had their own awards, where the Hollywood Women’s Press Club handed out the Sour Apple trophy, in recognition of entertainers who exhibited rude or difficult behaviour on set.